I slump in my bonds, sweating. Your whip-work is exquisite.
Stripes from your single-tail criss-cross my entire naked form.
My nipples ache from the whip cracks that didn’t quite connect; your talent with the whip is beyond measure.
The scent from your dripping quim is overpowering. Your need is upon you.
I feel the twelve-gauge needle indent my flesh, moving down my body to my glistening cunt. We’ve played this game before. Will today be the day? No. You’d NEVER do that.
I feel the Pennington clamp compress my clit.
I shiver with anticip–
My blood-curdling scream shatters the night.
